Raw loving is his only choice
To relax his flesh, wrap him up in a warm blanket
To cool down his heatwave,
Uncover his meat
Hold up his stick,
Connect his heart and mind
Mould them to start the electrical spark
They mesh their flesh,
Ready for raw loving
When they touch,
The sweat starts dripping down
Raw becomes rawer as it goes
Beating like a drum
He dances to the beat
As pressure builds against them
They simmer down from the heat
YOU ARE READING
LOVE, SEX & JOY
PoetryThis is my first attempt at writing poems. They are only going to be ten poems in this book. Copyright ©2018 3LUS3M ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
